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I bounced back and forth on the balls of my feet as I stood in front of the backstage entrance.
“Calm down,” Cheyenne said. She placed her hand firmly on my shoulder to try to get me to stop bouncing around.
It was totally not like me. But neither was road tripping it down to Washington D.C. with my roommates to surprise Grant at ContraBand’s last show.
Convincing them all to come with me had been a bit of a feat. Cheyenne was in, but Shelby and Gabi both seemed hesitant about it. I understood Gabi since it had only been two months since the breakup. However, Shelby and Miller hadn’t ever been anything official. They had been talking and sleeping together for a couple months and then when he went on tour…they weren’t.
But eventually everyone had piled into Cheyenne’s SUV, a
